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Riiiiight.
Last night was the best.
So is right now.
“Good morning, Your Highness.” Bish claps a hand over Dutch’s mouth to silence his grunts, then kisses me like we’re all alone.
As if I’m not already stretched and speared between two alphas.
As if Reese isn’t starting to stroke, slow-motion grinding his shaft until it hits Dutch’s full-blown knot, taking my ass, clit, and puss prisoner to his melting rhythm.
Bishop’s kiss steals what little air I can gasp between my alphas’ jerking bodies. His cocky satisfaction smirks along our bond.
As if Bishop is whispering, tongue teasing my ear:
Why would you need air when I’m here?
“Don’t look at them. Look at me,” Bishop commands, not with his dominance, but with the zzzzzzzzt of the palm-sized vibrator he pulls from the pocket of his luxe robe. The deep maroon fabric sets off his pale skin and evil smile. He drags the toy down the column of my throat. “Do you want to come?”
My stomach clenches, already halfway there. Reese rocking me, Dutch stroking my insides with his purr and pulsing knot. “I don’t need your permission.”
“I know.” Bish circles my bite-scars with the vibe. “But you want it. Don’t you, good girl?”
The vibrations don’t just tickle my throat. Bishop’s touch feathers the mate bond, leaving the three of us messy, moaning, and desperate for more.
Shit, he’s good.
That’s the fun thing about Bish.
None of us have to obey the alpha with the weakest sway in the pack.
But it’s always the right choice to play along.
“Tell me when, King Bish.” I open my throat to him.
Bishop’s eyes lighten, almost green when he smiles for real. Then his gaze drops to Dutch, and those hazel eyes flash so dark my pussy writhes. “You ruined my tie.”
Dutch is the easiest to pick from the chaos of alpha emotion. All quick flashes, honest and breath-catchingly pure.
I don’t need a bond to read his rumbling indignation: You’re the asshole who stuffed my mouth!
“Reese.” Bish adjusts his belt. “Drag him to the edge of the bed.”
Reese presses my back, hugging around me to grab Dutch. “Can you squeeze him for me, Solly? Real tight with those pretty thighs and that hungry pussy. Yeah? Oh, shit.” His abs ripple when I give him what he asked for, clenching hard around both cocks. “Squeezing me too? Feels so fucking good. Hold on. Yeah. Like that. Ah, Fuuuck. I’m sliding you, okay, Solly Baby?”
He says slide, but as Reese knees us across the sheets, it feels more like being pumped. Bishop doesn’t help, watching Reese thrust, thrust, thrust our joined bodies to the foot of our massive pack bed.
Every inch forward rocks me up and down two thick shafts. Dutch’s knot and Reese’s cock knock all my nooks and crannies.
Dutch twitches so deep inside me, he’s tickling my belly button, but Bishop didn’t bother telling him to wait.
Dutch knows better than to finish without permission.
When Reese reaches the edge, Dutch’s head tips off the bed. He lets his skull relax against the mattress, baring the bite-scarred column of his neck and opening his throat in a looooong line of invitation.
“Don’t slack.” Bishop rips the balled-up tie from Dutch’s mouth. “Our mate isn’t allowed to come until you please me.”
He drives the tip of his cock between my alpha’s ready lips.
